Without sound there is no poetry
Without sound we could not exist
Sound can see and we call it ultra sound
Sound can kill and sound can heal
Our poetry is created by using sounds
Man has broken sound, the sound barrier
Sound creates the wind that moves the oceans
Sound can give us fear like the sound of a bullet
We have taken our sounds and have placed it into a silent heaven
Without sound we would not have time
Above the earth there is no sound
when we die we become silent
A word is created using sound and without it we could not communicate
We can create our own sounds
We can feel sound by using vibrations
God himself spoke this world into existence by using sound
Sound has no silence
The next time you think about sound just remember without it
We do not exist
Ever vailing; the eyes of this fearer.
Shade of wispier shape; holds tight his gaze.
Witching hour; moonlit tryst before his mirror.
He loves alone; death 'tis the toll he pays.
Father God above shake my shattered mind!
Let that which was lost finally be found!
Let broken pieces too be recombined!
I plead you break these chains which have me bound!
The silent prayer of this searching soul.
Trapped in ones mind; the worst of labyrinths.
The choices made seem outside his control.
All that he was; built upon crumbling plinths.
The human condition; that of despair.
Existence; such a trivial affair.
The end
Finely trapped in
Unworthy of all things
Down in this deep, dark abyss
Where I rest my head at the gates of hell
I look up to the lord above
On my knees I cry out
What have I done?
The end
A flash blinds the land
Departing heaven she comes
A flash blinds the land
Rising
My angel in White
To save my broken soul
Her beautiful wispier white face
Comes close as I grasp her elegant hand
Black covers all the ground below us
The demons call my name
No turning back
Rising
As I'm wondering
I'll sit here with her forever
As I'm wondering
Will she stay?
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